Chapter 276 Confucian Saints Fighting the Great Emperor
"What? Isn't the lesson I taught you enough last time? You want to attack Fellow Daoist Zhang? Are you worthy?"
Fang Tiancheng took out the Confucian Sage Pen, stood in front of Zhang Yi, and looked at Xu Qing menacingly.
"Lord Feng City, help me control this Wuling untouchable, I will deal with him later!"
Xu Qing felt a little frightened when he thought of Fang Tiancheng's strange methods before, and couldn't help but ask Feng Wuji beside him for help.
"Are you afraid? Is this your backbone?"
Fang Tiancheng sneered. He knew he was no match for Feng Wuji, but he couldn't spare Xu Qing.
"Lord Feng City, I don't want to hear him talk!"
Xu Qing looked extremely ugly and urged.
Didn't you notice the changes in the expressions of the gatekeeper disciples? If this incident in Fengcheng spread, he would not be laughed at?
Feng Wuji was a little dissatisfied with the attitude of Xu Qing's order, and frowned subconsciously, but he still flashed his body, grabbed Fang Tiancheng aside, and used his palm to tightly restrain Fang Tiancheng's throat.
The powerful power of the great avenue actually made Fang Tiancheng unable to resist. Instead, the Confucian Sage Pen in his hand kept struggling. A surge of literary energy burst out, and a golden sharp light turned into a heavenly sword and went straight to Feng Wuji's life gate to chop.
go.
"Damn it! Could this be the supreme magic weapon?"
In desperation, Feng Wuji had no choice but to let go of Fang Tiancheng, and he kept forming seals with his hands, and terrifying streams of light shot out from his palms.
“Boom boom boom!”#@$&
When the two collided, Feng Wuji's body retreated a few feet, and Fang Tiancheng's mouth was bleeding, and his face was extremely pale. It seemed that the Confucian Saint Pen had just used Fang Tiancheng's power, causing his power
collapse.
"Hand over the magic weapon in your hand, and I won't have to interfere in this matter!"
There was a strong look of greed in Feng Wuji's eyes. This was a supreme magic weapon, and it was extremely rare in the ancient realm. How could he not be tempted?
"Cough cough cough..."
Fang Tiancheng rubbed his neck, and another stream of blood spilled out between coughing. He raised his head and smiled with red eyes, but that smile looked so miserable.%&(&
"Okay, here you go!"
Fang Tiancheng smiled and threw the Confucian Saint Pen to Feng Wuji. This surprised Feng Wuji, but he still subconsciously took the Confucian Saint Pen and wanted to forcibly erase the mark on it.
The saddest thing happened. He faced the terrifying counterattack of the Confucian Saint Pen. Feng Wuji was instantly wrapped in golden literary energy, and countless weapons and techniques transformed from the literary energy all bombarded him.
"Bang bang bang!"
Feng Wuji was caught off guard by this sudden scene. He dealt with it hurriedly, inevitably leaving scars on his body. Those attacks also contained the meaning of Dao, which was enough to damage his foundation.
"Just because you want the Confucian Sage Pen? Are you qualified?"
Anyone who wants to forcibly refine the Confucian Sage Pen will end up badly. It is precisely because of knowing this that Fang Tiancheng will throw the Confucian Sage Pen to Feng Wuji without hesitation.
This contains the heroic soul of the first generation of Confucian saints. How could a villain like Feng Wuji get his hands on it?
"Zhang Daoyou, I am no longer able to fight, so I will leave the rest to you."
Fang Tiancheng leaned against a tree with a tired look on his face and smiled weakly.
The gatekeeper disciples on the side were stunned by the scene in front of them, which was completely beyond their understanding.
"You actually injured an emperor with just a magic weapon. Are the people in Wuling so strong?"
"Didn't you say that the people in Wuling are weak? This is different from what we heard."
"Are you weak? From what Senior Brother Xu said before, it seems that he still suffered a loss at the hands of that scholar."
The gatekeeper disciple looked at Zhang Yi and the two with somewhat complicated expressions, and the contempt in his eyes was slowly disappearing.
After all, this is a world where strength is respected. They looked down on the Wuling people before because they had the impression that the Wuling people were vulnerable.
"Trash! He was actually injured by a magical weapon!"
Xu Qing cursed secretly, he couldn't count on Feng Wuji now. Fortunately, he was at the mountain gate of Sanqing Sect. He didn't believe that Zhang Yi and the two could turn the world upside down.
"While he is seriously injured, I will take care of you first!"
Xu Qing always thought that Fang Tiancheng was the strongest among the two, and thought that after dealing with Zhang Yi, he would not be sure of dealing with Fang Tiancheng.
"Three pure things turn into one sword!"
Xu Qing shouted loudly and waved the long sword in his hand. Three sword shadows appeared in front of him. Each one contained terrifying power, as if it could tear apart the space.
"cut!"
I saw three sword shadows turning into a cyan sword light. The sharp sword energy turned into a strong wind that was about to tear Zhang Yi's body apart. The terrifying sword light slashed towards Zhang Yi with a shocking force.
Yi.
However, Zhang Yi remained motionless, his expression extremely calm, and he allowed the sword light to come.
"boom!"
The sword light fell, and Zhang Yi's figure was submerged by the sword light. As bursts of dust rose, a satisfied smile appeared on Xu Qing's face.
"Is this the level of the senior brother of Wuling Dao Sect? He is so vulnerable that you are so scared?"
Xu Qing shook his head, walked towards Fang Tiancheng with a joking expression, and said with a dark smile: "Now, it's your turn!"
However, he found that Fang Tiancheng was not afraid at all, and even the smile on his face became a little bigger, as if he was watching his joke.
"Haha, you can laugh even when you are about to die. I won't let you die so easily..."
Xu Qing squinted his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes, and quickened his pace.
"call out!"
At this moment, a sharp sword light with Zhiyang Kendo landed on his neck, and a trace of blood flowed down his neck.
Xu Qing felt a danger of death and broke out in cold sweat. He looked at Zhang Yi who was safe and sound in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.
"How... how is this possible? Shouldn't you... die?"
A flash of fear flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. He didn't understand why Zhang Yi survived under the light of his sword without resisting.
Of course, he didn't know that Zhang Yifang had just used the supreme Taoist robe to the extreme, and easily resisted the sword light, without even scratching his clothes.
Of course, this was done to make Xu Qing take it lightly so that he could kill with one blow.
Even if Zhang Yi was about to wield the Tianyang Sword to kill Xu Qing, Xu Qing, perhaps feeling the murderous intention in Zhang Yi, hurriedly said: "You can't kill me, my eldest brother Xu Yang is the holy son of the Taoist sect."
"If you kill me, he won't let you go."
Xu Qing looked panicked. This was the first time he faced such a death crisis.
In this ancient domain, no one knew that Xu Yang was his eldest brother, and no one would give him some face. Even Feng Wuji had to greet him with a smile. But when he met Zhang Yi, a person who was not afraid of trouble, he felt that there was something wrong with him.
It is necessary to let him know his identity.
"The Holy Son of Taoism?"
A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth, but deep in his eyes was full of teasing.
The people of the Ancient Territory never took him seriously, so how could he take the people of the Ancient Territory seriously?